Best Apprehension Poems
Apprehension a nasty culprit
Putters outside my window, that mud pit
Pulls, tugs, draws inward
Rushing towards scarred vineyard
Emotions fresh, newly healed over
Hoping to not once again spillover
Every time my being is hit
Nudged to stir emotions by some half-wit
Somehow, they stick in the knife and turn
Impale the tender taciturn
Opening the door to boiling emotions
Notions leave, fill me with Holy Spirit's devotions
It is beyond my apprehension when I think of you
I know you are illegitimate but I thought you could draw too
The bondage between mother and child will never ever be broken
Listen well my son to the few words I have just spoken
Illiteracy it’s not your fault, your mother ever married
There is no stigmata attached to that these days.
It’s a pity that there were so many with whom she tarried
And that resulted in the parting of the waves.
I am circumcised in my dealings with the courts
To apply for custardy of you my son
As my introspective knowledge of law is poor
And my currant situation for Alamo in not yet won
And as for housing there is only a floor
But you will come live in harmonica with me
And we can grow to love each other you will see
Notwithstanding all that has past us before
Enter my arms my son be fearless no more.
© GG 18/06/2013
Contest Entry.
Dissension, Apprehension, Decision
Must make decision;
If there is apprehension
Will have dissension.
This is what happens between
and among the ranks. Jim Horn
My life, my apprehension
(1) Quietly, into this life, I came in creeping
The life my mother gave me, 74 years ago,
As a John Doe, while the whole world was sleeping,
Doing good deeds to the society, & becoming a precious soul.
(2) While I was young, to become a Doctor, I had learned,
For the society, I worked hard, with the knowledge I have earned
Treating patients, old and sick, operations were also a fun,
Whosoever heard me, may share the merits that I got in return.
(3) With wife and children, running my business
In my midlife years, I had enjoyed deceptively
Living happily like a celebrity, playing and saving my riches,
Spending valuable time, & getting old unexpectedly.
(4) It was natural that we were all recycled
Into the wheel of Sansara, we all lived and died
From dust to dust and ash to ash, Christianity’s teaching unrivaled,
Impermanence is the law of nature even Buddha could not shied
(5) So short is our life expectancy, by turning left and right
Unexpectedly getting ill, & unknowingly getting old
Anandathuriya wrote about the pleasures in life,
Its duration was like a bubble, coming out of the ocean floor
(6) Inevitably, our life will end getting sick & old, steady and slow
Do not bury, do not entomb, cremate my remains till it blends
My death wishes, to my family that I told
Summarily, with no exceptions, all in one day, till the end
(7) Even God entered Nirvana; for us mortals, leave alone,
Do not weep, and do not moan and groan
As we came in all alone, we go out in one’s own
Journey is hard… walk your path, you must be tough
Passing the abyss, stride till you strike the beaches of the bliss,
It’s the longest of all voyages that end all the creeds,
It is called the “Life’s Sansara Journey” indeed.
Dr Ko Ko Thein
Salt Lake City, Utah. U.S.A
miss apprehension feared
man’s best laid plans confounded
hurricane forecast
Brian Johnston
July 17, 2015
Can you master the long maze,
the twists and turns in the haze, shapes and deceptions that daze?
Life has tiny cuts and blocks,
passages under
keys and locks. Daring to escape
this shallow box.
Love too, is caught in the blight
with whether it is, or isn’t it right.
It either surprises or deceives outright.
Swirling and twirling to find the way,
spinning and curling
at every sway, soon lost along the way.
Choose a path, the maze divides.
Watch your slips and slides.
You’ll exit where the maze provides.
frogs on lily pads
dragonflies transparent wings
sparks from forest fire
I stand and stare at the empty branches,
stripped now of all the regalia of Christmas,
naked and sadly alone in my gaze
like the gray day beyond every window.
All the celebrations have been swept to yesterday
like prom decor, bridal rose petals and
melted birthday candles.
The quiet haunts every New Year's day -
no more parties to smother apprehensions,
just sober reality, but, unlike crepe paper
embellishments, aisle runners and cake crumbs,
the tree trimmings will await an encore in
eleven months once more - one more time
one more time ...
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Manifests uncertainty.
Stark staring eyes gaze fearfully.
Only heartbeats, and the ticking clock
Break silence; then as a whistle blows
Each mask unfurls in victory.
G. B. Seal. Complete the lines. 7/ 25/ 2015
Line 2 - Ezra Pound.
Anticipation
Pending elation
Past impressions
Rogue confessions
Evoke restraint,
Hovering fear
Every time you are near
Newly made perceptions
Silent misconceptions
Inner hesitation
Over wrought sensation
Never-ending elation.
Pulse races, palms sweat
Anxiety levels rise
Mind mixed, thoughts fixed
May be in disguise.
Stomach churns
Nauseate
Can’t wait anymore
need to know
Need to see
Behind that door
Faith
Believe, trust
Hoping, expecting, presuming
Relationships, promises, doubt, dread
Questioning, mistrusting, hesitating
Apprehensive, anxious
Fear
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Emotions are high
Feelings confusing
She heaves a cold sigh
Nervously choosing
A partner for life
And be a bored wife
my brain
simmers like scrambled
eggs
on a stovetop burner
round like that clock
hanging on the wall
tick tock ticking away...
observing eyes fixed
watching with intent
me a-waiting test results
brain flopping into
overload
circuits too hot
frying into shut-down.
mindless
be I
awaiting fate
as though
already dead
sit I.
I ask, "Am I so unsightly?"
From where I sit I see
Surrounded by this nightly
On the verge of misery
And closer still are those
Who say I am, not beautiful
But neither am I ghastly
To think oneself as suitable
I'm ill advised, but lastly,
Should readiness to tell me lies
To be exception to the rule?
Who've shown, that appearance-wise
Critical reflection can be cruel.